Mar 132014
 
Boy Toy

It’s beautiful, sunny, shorts and short-sleeve weather in March. It must be California. There’s our boy, caught between his two favorite bitches.

Nov 272013
 
If Not Nitwit Then What?

Long time readers will remember Nitwit bridge and trail. We constructed that trail and bridge to make it easy to avoid walking a dangerous country road where people drive much too fast. It’s a trail that leads up to another area of our property and out roads that have safe sidewalks for our local hikes [...]

Sep 102013
 
Ain't No Mountain High Enough

“Ain’t no mountain high enough to keep me from woo!” It’s been far too long since we last saw this view, when we did this big loop.  But through the hot summer, we’ve been keeping our bike rides to about 5 mile round trips, in the shade. The only thing holding her back this summer [...]

May 212013
 
Garden Gnomes

“Princess, Garden Gnomes were a huge hit at the Chelsea Flower Show this year, but these garden gnomes sure are odd looking.” “They aren’t garden gnomes, Daddy-O, they’re reproductions in metal, of one of your not-so-distant cousins.”

May 172013
 
Sights Scene

It’s funny. I always thought you saw a lot more by bike than you could by car or by foot. But each has its own merits  I see more by foot sometimes, meandering around a flowerbed while the dogs  take their time taking in all the scents. 

Apr 262013
 
Working Girl

“What was that package that came in the mail today,” asked Mr. Wild Dingo. “Oh that was Juno’s backpack. Her physical torturer therapist, Madam Jenny recommended she carry her own water for hikes.”

Apr 232013
 
Some Kind of Cracker

I don’t say it often enough, but I love this dog more than words can say. Last month, I lost the cracker and criminal on a forest run. Before you panic, I’ll just skip to the end and tell you both were found and everything is OK. And before readers claim “Never let a Sibe [...]

Apr 222013
 
Twelve

The number of days before she can huff her displeasure at Mr. Wild Dingo once again. But who’s counting?

Feb 272013
 
Operation Jodhpurs Bulk-Up

“Princess, I don’t think we’re alone!” Operation Jodhpurs Bulk-Up is now underway. Getting ready for our second mountain bike ride was a real treat. Juno practically did cartwheels around the garden as I put the bike rack on the car and loaded up the mountain bike gear. She knew where were going and she was [...]

Feb 212013
 
Two of My Favorite Things

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I could combine two of my favorite things: cycling and dogs. Sure, I’ve seen it done by others. But they didn’t have a cracker or a criminal for their dogs. And sure, we’ve ridden the safe and easy paved farm roads in Switzerland where we could [...]

Dec 292012
 
Doghma

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present.  Or in this case, that piece of chicken right in front of us.

Dec 112012
 
Sick Sense

One of the things I miss most about living in Switzerland is the ability to walk anywhere legally. For the first year there, I constantly felt like I was trespassing as hiking trails led us through quiet vineyards, cow pastures, farms and sometimes even close enough to people’s homes you can see what they’re having [...]

Nov 202012
 
Forest Friend

Often on our  forest walks in Lully and Morges, we would meet this lone gentleman soaking his feet in the river or walking the trails. He was a kind man, who always complimented the dogs. Especially since whenever we saw him from a distance, I’d recall the dogs so they wouldn’t bother him. Only, he [...]

Nov 172012
 
Take Me to the River

I got lucky when we adopted Juno. And not because she’s a Siberian (although that could be considered luck in itself). But because she’s a little different from most Siberians. She comes when she’s called, she sits when asked and will perform a multitude of other tricks deemed humiliating by most, ok all, Siberians.

Oct 192012
 
Voluptuous is the New Skinny

“Hi ya Sweetstuff! You sure are cute!” While yesterday’s post pointed out how dogs recognize their own breed, today’s post recognizes that you just can’t help who you fall for. Gun, the Tervuren, had a special interest in Juno.